Lyrics:
my eyes don't feel alive I feel dead when I'm sleep
I wish could have better control and ignore all these feelings
They bottled up so another bottle
She tell me she can't see my soul, I lost it, you know
Down bottles by myself, no, I don't need no hoes
Take this pill, my face turned into fog
Take
ain't gotta lay down on your bed to know you already fucked up
Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' game is lettin' me drunk-drivin' your truck
When Yelawolf
the back
'Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the Cutlass on E
Down for whatever 'cause the homies roll deep
Finger
it soak in
Like seasoning
And tell them bitches blow me
Lance Stephenson
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth
Quit asking if I'm talking bout your brother, we don't know dawg
Three lines of wock, in a sprite bottle got me dozed off
Ayy, she gon' shake that ass
Told her bring a friend cause I need a pair, yeah yeah
Bottle after bottle like reappear
Drop down give me 20 like we in the navy, yeah
Keep that pussy
)
(So let's get down, get down)
(So get down, get down)
This is remeniscin' of the days gone by
When the brothers were fresh, and the ladies were fly
and you know
Bought another three-five, rollin' by the pound
Now she wanna fuck, she gotta hold of my account
This ain't even my best, I'ma take another
of the freaks with me
Got a crib full of thugs out in bel air
In the room full of lungs I can smell air
On another phone call another mil there
Got a clang down
on today
Just sit back, relax
And drown your fears away
Drunk again
It's only 10AM
Down another bottle
Then another bottle
Drunk again
It's only half past 10
Come with me to a place by the sea
If your ship breaks down you can always find me
Dirty J chillin' underneath the shady tree
My fans are always
and strike fear in his sight
Round two comes down a thunderbolt from Zuess
And your head Starts spinnin’ like Beetlejuice
That’s not even deuce or a prop
the late night)
I'm tired of these bitches calling my house
Asking for the Young Thugz
(In the late night)
Young Thugz ain't got time for no bitches
They
me
And you can dress up and try to be, but you'll never be quite like me
I'm not held down by gravity, and they used to laugh at me
You'll just end up
to interrupt
Save it for another time
I'd open up my own bottle, baby
If I wanted wine why you surprised
That life isn't fair? Well I sympathize
But I'ma have
your gun solar mill competition got to chill ill
Carolina you all run down
Shaggy's not around do you know how you sound
Coming over here asking for
Aye drinks from this bottle then I'm laughing at it hysterically
Apparently, I need this universal therapy Drinks from the bottle don't only bring me
Collecting platinum plaques
And fucking up some checks (Spend it all)
Another weekend night
It’s gonna be bottle after bottle (Gimme)
Whole squad in it
Bedding
throw him down
to the bottom of a well, so that he will be picked up by some caravan of travelers
They said, O our father, why do you not trust us with
And I'm just sitting here figuring it out
While you're in the puddle on floor by the liquor store
Trickling down
You got a hold on me
And it's plain
by the ocean and a penthouse
Yea I made some money off this music but I'm really trying to touch a milli now
Yeah I popped a few bottles
Fucked a bad
half a bottle doesn't make you any taller
Buying another whiskey will only make you poorer
Sore head next day won't do nothing for ya
Sitting with
licks
WC:
Hatas steppin' to me, they want to get some
But I'ma dub, yo, yo, you know the outcome
Another victory, they can't get wit'
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